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On a beautiful Sunday afternoon, lounging on a deck chair, shades on and wearing only a new bathing suit, Ichigo reflected that having a rich boyfriend definitely had advantages. Sousuke and him had been eating on a terrasse a few weeks back near the water, and he had casually mentioned how he used to love sitting and just watching the waves. His thoughtful lover probably noted that offhanded comment since he had inquired if he had motion sickness a few sentences after and here they were.
Sou had surprised him yet again and he loved it (as usual).
Sometimes, even after almost half a year of relationship, he still woke up thinking it was all a dream. The gorgeous entrepreneur was so handsome; straight out of a magazine, especially with his current view. The backdrop of the waves and the city behind him was fantastic. Sousuke himself was a freaking piece of art since he was only wearing a light white chemise, completely unbuttoned and very tight swim trunks. There was almost nothing hidden from his sight and there was a lot to admire.
With all the times they had sex already, it wasn’t difficult to imagine at all. As expected, their chemistry had been through the roof. All those broad shoulders, drool worthy pecs and perfect smirks were only for him. He was fairly certain that he was still one of the few privileged that could see the mighty Aizen with, messy, wind-blown hair. The man was careful with his image after all. It was a necessity. It was also one of the reasons he wasn’t on his knees right now; showing him exactly how appreciative he was. You never knew when someone with a camera was going to film, and they already had a few near incidents when they had been too enthusiastic in their frolicking. Who could have thought the freaking janitor would want to make a quick buck on the side?
Anyways, he really had been lucky all those months ago that his father had him resort to such drastic measures and that mister bigshot Aizen was in need of a willing partner. Despite their rocky start, there were definitely no regrets on either side. The more the weeks went by, the more he was certain they were in for the long run. He didn’t know what he did or had to keep the attention of someone like Aizen, but unless he was completely oblivious, and the other had decided to bother with lying instead of dumping him, it seems they were truly a long-lasting couple.
As was usual for their week, they spent their Sunday afternoon together (Ichigo feeling important that he had dedicated couple time from his workaholic and busy boyfriend). Sousuke had picked him up in his convertible, not telling him where they had been going, until they reached the marina where a small yatch was waiting for them.
With the reaction he had (snatching him into a side door to kiss him senseless), he is certain that the man did not regret the precious time he had taken to get his license to drive it. Ichigo was also making mental plans for later to show him how truly grateful he was for the opportunity so they could do it again. Positive reinforcement, you know. Glancing his way again, making it sooner than later actually.
With the smug and arrogant expression he was making, Ichigo had no doubts the self-confident consultant knew exactly what sort of X-rated projections his brain was sending him. Sousuke also seemed to appreciate his own view. There were telltale signs of lust crossing his beautiful amber eyes every time he was watching him stretch or sipping from his drink. It was true that he wasn’t wearing much either and his boyfriend had proven ample times already that he liked his lithe, muscled form. Knowing the man, the fact that he was wearing his gift (since he hadn’t brought anything adequate) was probably a big turn on as well.
They had the boat to themselves, despite some other vessels passing nearby every minute or so. It was really peaceful (and hot). He wasn’t sure staying in the sun for so long was a good idea, but he really didn’t feel like moving. Maybe he could entice Sousuke into applying more sunscreen, that could be nice... Those hands of his were magical.
“Say, Sou, I think my back needs more ‘screen, would you mind?”
His boyfriend raised his eyebrow, amused, not fooled one second. “Really, darling, if you want me to touch you, you just have to say. I think we’re way beyond being subtle.”
Nothing gets pass him, didn’t it... “Well, you said no shenanigans up deck, I’m being nice, you know I don’t mind as much as you if we get caught. It is beautiful weather, and I want to enjoy it as much as I can. I’m gonna burn, I’m telling you.”
“Sure, Ichi. It’s not the fact that the experience with miss Aivirrne did something on you. Who would have thought you’d developed a kink.”
“You’re exaggerating. It's not my fault you’re sexy as fuck and I have nothing better to do than making up scenarios.”
“Hmmpphh, it’s true you do get creative and weirdly possessive sometimes. Didn’t you have enough last night, darling?”
Ichigo couldn’t prevent his eyeroll. “Sou, you know very well that your type of punishment feels like a reward. Stop flattering your own ego. I’m not gonna rank you on your performance.”
And with evident fondness, Aizen replied; “Brat.”
Not insulted in the least; “And you love it, now come here.” Making his puppy eyes that had worked for him so far with everyone he knew, Ichigo pled. “Pretty please.”
It was Aizen’s turn to roll his eyes, completely aware of his little manipulation, but nonetheless dropping the anchor and coming closer, bottle in hands. He went on his knees next to him and Ichigo flopped on his belly, arms by its side. He spent the next few minutes enjoying the moment, maliciously teasing his boyfriend with his exaggerated lewd noises and encouragements.
He privately smiled at himself when he opened his eyes and peaked down. It was evident that his sounds were having an effect; the prominent bulge on the tight spandex was easy to see. He moved his hand to lightly caress his goal and chuckled when he heard a loud gasp. He continued, bolder and proud of himself to cause this type of reaction with nothing but a touch.
Aizen was not protesting vigorously either, letting him do as he pleased and commenting. “You’re insatiable, aren’t you, my little private succubus.”
“That’s another thing you like about me, I can’t get enough of you, Sou. Let me. No one is gonna notice.”
“Oh no, darling, not this time. I know where this is going. There is a sturdy bar inside that’s perfect to sit your pretty ass on it. Go.” And at that command, Aizen tapped his butt with a light slap, making it clear it was up to him to move or not.
Since when had he said no? His lover always provided. This time was not gonna be different. Ichigo got up on his feet, laughing and happy as he opened the door and shed his swimsuit.
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“Yo Renji, are you still with that chick? Haven’t seen you in a while. Figure we’re both busy with our partner.”
“Yeah, she’s great. Can’t believe you’re still with that suggar daddy, though.”
“Told you not to call him that. This ain’t what this is. Would you like me to make joke about your difference in size, ‘cause that’s freaking hilarious too.”
“I know, I know, sorry. It’s just so unexpected that you’re actually liking him.”
“I do, so keep your fucking opinion to yourself, even my dad is slowly coming around, so you better be too.”
“Okay, okay, I get it, it was a bad joke. Rukia is loaded too so I can’t really talk. Changing subject, how the hell did you managed to convince your father; he was crazy mad.”
“He doesn’t have a choice, that was made clear. My sisters are blackmailing him as well. With all the shit he put me through, he better behave. Sousuke is actually also doing his best not to antagonize him, despite his protests. He even gave him tickets for his favorite sport game the other day. Isshin was too enthusiastic about the prospect to refuse. He reluctantly accepted and he got such the VIP treatment that methinks he realized it’s maybe not too bad to have Sou as his son-in-law.”
“Smart. Well, I’m glad that’s settled then. We should go for drinks soon. You and a bunch of friends. Been a while I’ve seen the gang.”
“Yeah, me too. Are Chad and ‘Hime still together. Would be fun to see them.”
“Didn’t you hear the news, bro, they just got engaged.”
“Nice. They’re really a good fit. Happy for them. Tatsuki should be back from her tournament tomorrow. We should do something Saturday night.”
“Sure. I’m free.”
“Say Ichigo.......hmppphhh....”
“Yes?”
“How to ask... long pause.... Screw it. This can’t be a subtle request. Freaking Grimmjow wants to be there too.”
“What! There is no way I want to see this asshole, creep stalker ever again. Didn’t he have enough?”
“That’s exactly it. I think the beating you gave him really made him reflect a bit on his behavior, or maybe that nurse he’s dating brainwashed him or something. I dunno, man wants to apologize and introduce that Nel girl to us. I think you should let him.”
“Hmmphhh,... as long as it’s not one on one, I guess I could give him a chance.
“Okay, cool, Thanks Ichigo. I’ll call everyone then, see you there!”
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For once since they’d been together, Ichigo was driving them. They were going to one of their favorite restaurants on a random Tuesday night. Sousuke had said he was too busy scheduling the rest of his week and had handing him the wheel, spending the rest of the drive on his phone, typing furiously on his calendar.
Ichigo had long ago accepted that work was always going to be an important part of his partner’s life, and he knew that, if they were going to stay together, he had to respect Aizen when he was focused. He had ample evidence, at least if it was doing it now, it wasn’t going to infringe on their meal together. Nevertheless, he breached the subject when he had the chance when they had sat down. “Didn’t you find a new secretary yet?”
“Executive assistant, Ichigo, it’s the correct term.” and then Aizen exhaled loudly in exasperation... It sounded like his boyfriend needed to uncharacteristically vent on the subject. “Since Matsumoto went back to her regular job, all the applicants weren’t good enough. No one lasted more than a week or was completely incompetent. How hard can it be to find someone qualified!!!”
“Is there something I can do to help?”
Raising his arms in a bout of temper (that Ichigo knew wasn’t directed at him). “And distract me even more! With your personality, you’ll be bent on my desk more often than not and no work will be done. As much as it would be good for morale, I told you before, your presence is counterproductive. Even when you visit or call, you have that much effect on me, darling. You’re bad for my work ethics...”
“Understood, it’s good for my ego to hear you say it haha. It was just a suggestion. I could always do some easy data entry from home if that lightened your load. You seem so stressed lately...”
Waving him off; “Don’t worry about it, it will resolve itself eventually. I’m glad I have someone to unwind with. You’re already helping by forcing me to stop myself sometimes. I didn’t realize it, but I was headed straight to burn out before.”
And then the conversation moved to other subjects. However, Ichigo didn’t forget the comments about him being a distraction and an idea began to form...
A few days later, Sousuke had texted him that he was staying late at his office, and he was wishing him a good night. He replied with a few emojis, thinking it was excellent timing to enact his plan....
He had the code for his office, so he had no problem introducing himself into the building and the right floor, signing his name at the conciergerie. He was a bit nervous, however, since his boyfriend didn’t like surprises. He wasn’t sure how he was going to react even if it was well beyond business hours. Ichigo fidgeted with a few buttons on his collar, deciding to leave them undone. He wasn’t going to be subtle. He was also wearing a size-too-small black pants and no underwear. Even if it wasn’t evident, his perceptive boyfriend wouldn’t fail to notice that detail. He took a long deep breath before knocking: “I’m here for the job interview sir, may I come in?”
Meanwhile, Sousuke Aizen was pulling his hair out in front of his computer when he was interrupted by a light knock on the door. He raised his head from his screen. The pivot tables weren’t balancing, and it was driving him crazy. It must have been a few hours that he was rechecking Gin’s numbers, and the conclusions were inexplicable. How was he supposed to present something that did not make sense to his customer? So, he had to go back to the original data, how awful. He really needed a break. Hence, he was very curious at the interruption. Who could it be?
He smiled to himself when he recognized the voice of his beloved. It took a few seconds to process what he said. Sir? What was going on? He decided to go along for now with a neutral response. “Come in.”
Ichigo was acting shy and unsure, as opposed to his usual confident strides. It reminded him of the first time they met in his office almost a year ago. It was very adorable. The young translator kept his head down while he said, “I’m here for the position of executive assistant, sir.”
Oh! It clicked. Roleplay. Well, he was definitely not opposed. Was he supposed to be the abusive, autocratic executive like in those porns? He smirked, amused. This was gonna change his mind for sure...
He moved a few sheets aside, clearing some space, “Take a seat then. We’ll proceed.”
Ichigo came into the room and sat on the edge, nervous, taking quick, timid glances toward him, keeping his head mostly down. He took the opportunity and the heavy silence to loosen up his tie and rolled up his sleeves while perusing at his leisure. His jacket had been long gone already. He knew how to look intimidating and sexy. Hopefully that was going to set the tone. Might as well go all in. This was fun.
He purposely used a deeper, more authoritative tone than usual when he asked. “What’s your name.”
“Ichigo Kurosaki, sir.”
“And what makes you think you’re qualified for this position?”
“I’m very dedicated and willing, loyal too. I’ll do anything you want. It was always a wish of mine to work under you, sir.”
Again, it was hard to contain his smile. The innuendos were everywhere. His Ichigo really wanted a good fucking. Well, he was more than willing to provide, especially with how little the other was wearing.
He hummed in approval. “Those are good qualities to have, indeed. This job is very demanding. I can make unusual requests sometimes.”
“I’m sure I can manage, sir. I really need this opportunity.”
“And why would a pretty thing like you be so desperate? There are plenty of other jobs opportunities out there.”
“I admire you so much, sir, it’s an honour to be in your presence. It was always a dream to work for you and your company.”
He couldn’t contain a chuckle this time, those lines were cheesier than a kdrama. Screw it. All that teasing, he wanted his Ichigo on him now. No need to talk anymore. “We should test your willingness then, come here.”
Ichigo did, pretending innocence. “Why, sir... I don’t understand.”
He obviously ignored him and grabbed his waist, making him stumble unto his lap. Ichigo pretended to gasp in surprise. Who knew he had some acting talent.
Freaking finally, he was where he belonged. He nonetheless used a malicious tone to continue with the program, unbuttoned the younger man’s shirt completely and caressing his sides. “You see pretty thing, my job is very stressful, and I need to relieve myself of all that negative energy somehow. You’re there to help me do that. Do you think you can handle it?”
“Hmmphhh, sir, .... I don’t....” But he shut him up with his palm over his mouth, pushing him down on his knees in between his legs at the same time. He added roughly: "Time to find out sweetheart.”
Instead of his usual enthusiasm for his dick, Ichigo continued to play his role, looking lost and confused, trying to close up his shirt in shame. Aizen found himself being caught in the game as well. His victim was gorgeous, cheeks reddened with pleading eyes. His cock was already twitching excitedly at the prospect of having that delicious mouth on him.
He unzipped his pants and took himself in hands. “Open you pretty mouth, darling. I’ll test you right now. We’ll see if you’re as good as you say.”
He then seized Ichigo’s chin to bring him closer and from there it went as expected. They both knew each other’s preferences by now. They were very good at bringing each other to climax no matter the method.
Yeah, life has been treating him well and he could only foresee it continuing for a long, long time especially with his beloved by his side.